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  Hot Nights in Sturgis

  The Series Book 1-4

  By Michelle Love

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  Table of Contents

  Hot Nights in Sturgis Book 1

  The Billionaire Bad Boy Meets His Angel

  Hot Nights in Sturgis Book 2

  Angel Shows Her Billionaire Whose Boss

  Hot Nights in Sturgis Book 3

  The Billionaire Takes Charge of His Angel

  Hot Nights in Sturgis Book 4

  The Compromise of the Billionaire and His Angel

  Preview of: The Billionaire’s Brother

  THE STAR SERIES

  When he Desires Book One

  When He Craves Book Two

  Quartet #1 Fire for You

  Quartet #2 Burn for You

  Hot Nights in Sturgis Part One

  The Billionaire Bad Boy Meets His Angel

  A Billionaire, Bad Boy, Motorcycle, BDSM, Romance

  By

  Michelle Love

  Intrigue. Lust. Passion.

  Blaze is a member of a motorcycle gang on their way to Sturgis, South Dakota for the huge biker rally held there every year. He’s single and wants to keep it that way, but plans on taking as many females as he can to his bed while in the rowdy town.

  Angel is working in her uncle’s motorcycle repair shop and when Blaze comes in with a little trouble with his new ride, she finds him as interesting as he finds her.

  Blaze is stricken with her knowledge of bikes and her beauty as well as her feisty attitude.

  But when he asks her out, a thing he never does, she refuses.

  It only serves to send Blaze into alpha-mode and he shows up at her home and makes her dinner then she takes him to her bedroom.

  Both know they have stumbled onto something neither saw coming.

  But can Angel get past her fear of abandonment and let Blaze have a place in her heart? And can Blaze get past his idea of being single forever and let Angel into his heart? As both want to be the master of the situation, can they give into the other without losing who they are?

  Chapter 1

  BLAZE

  Vibrations fill the air as fifteen of us make the last leg of our journey to the motorcycle Mecca of the world, Sturgis, South Dakota.

  After our gang met up at the Ohio headquarters of The Brothers of the Scarlet Dragon, the motorcycle club I belong to, we headed out for the three-day trip to the rally which beats all motorcycle rallies.

  This is the third year I’ve made this trip. I have to fool my entire family each year to get to do this.

  I’m a business lawyer. That means I push papers for the law firm my grandfather started way back before even my father was born. Thanks to that man we all are stinking rich.

  That alone was good enough reason for me to be able to flake off my entire life. But one of the stipulations to being able to receive one’s trust fund is you have to show my grandfather your college degree.

  Oh, and it must pertain to the law in some fashion!

  So I had to keep my grades up in school. I had to be able to get into Harvard and there is where I stayed until I successfully completed my Master’s Degree in Business Law.

  A thing I hate with every fiber of my being!

  I’m the youngest in my family. My father’s an only child. So the billions upon billions of dollars my grandfather has managed to make with my father’s help and now my oldest brother’s help too, keeps us in our fancy mansions and cars and motorcycles, in my case.

  After six years of college, I was placed in the family firm. That’s where I’ve been the last six years and I’m going completely stir crazy in the New York office.

  Only a mere thirty now, I’m ready to sow a few wild oats. My family has kept my ass so damn busy, I’ve had little to no time for extracurricular activities, like chasing ass.

  Those snooty East coast bitches just don’t do it for me anymore. Especially the ones my family approves of.

  That’s another reason I hate my life revolving around the law firm. One must always keep the family name of Worthington in good standing.

  My name is Benjamin Franklin Worthington of the Manhattan Worthington's. That’s how I am introduced at all functions and do you think it’s ever allowed to call me anything other than my full first name?

  No!

  I am to be called Benjamin at all times, according to my stuffy grandfather, who insisted on naming my brother, and me. He got saddled with Theodore Roosevelt.

  Poor man.

  But my older brother is different than I am. He actually likes to be stuffy just like our father and grandfather. Mom’s okay, but when Father is around, she has to act a certain way or he belittles her.

  I really hate when he does that. Thankfully, Mom has her act down pat. I can only call her Mom when no one else is around. Other than that, I must call her Mother.

  Even the tiniest infraction of civilized rules and etiquette is dealt with hastily. And the ever present threat of being cut off without a dime is always in the air when anyone is even thinking about doing something my grandfather deems inappropriate.

  So, as far as he knows, I’m on a learning mission to better understand the legal conditions under which motorcycle manufacturers can get by with violating the safety standards other motor vehicles have to follow.

  I came up with that whole idea all by myself!

  I had to purchase a very impressive piece of machinery to make this learning mission I am on. Each year I get a brand new bike to test. Of course, he makes me sell it afterward, but for the month of August, I get to be this free man with a badass motorcycle under my ass.

  My ride for this trip is a brand new Harley CVO Street Glide in red. It’s one amazing machine and a killer ride. The last three days have flown by as I do feel like I’m gliding over the road with my gang of fellow bikers.

  My family knows nothing about my involvement with the motorcycle gang. They would lose their shit if they knew about this!

  The higher ups in this gang know my real name and my real life. But all the others know me simply as Blaze. The badass who happens to be a lawyer too.

  And when I get to be this man, the man I really feel I am, I go all the way bad.

  Drinking, smoking, cussing, womanizing! You name it. I do it!

  The day after Labor Day marks the end of Blaze and back I go to the slightly depressed version of myself, Benjamin Worthington.

  But that first few weeks after I go back still has me feeling kind of high from all the fun I had. And I know this trip will be the same.

  Hot ass chicks are everywhere in Sturgis with the bike rally. And they are ready to go at all times. You can get laid just about anywhere in the town that overflows with bikers for a limited amount of time.

  And I plan on getting a different one every single night I’m there. I already booked myself a private motel room and had a whole box full of clothes and assorted sexual devices sent up to the motel I’m going to be stayin
g at.

  I am ready to roll!

  The rumble of another Harley moves up next me and I see out of the corner of my eye it’s a couple whose been in this gang for quite some time.

  Rod and Ashley Manning are one of the few married couples in the gang. She rides behind him for this trip but she’s got her own ride and rides on her own sometimes.

  They have two teenage daughters and take this trip each year to get away from all family and just be the couple they are. It’s cool, I suppose. But I wouldn’t want to take a chick to this babe-fest.

  No way!

  As they move ahead of me, another couple pulls up and I see it’s the newest couple, Paco, and Phoenix. From what they said when we were camping last night, they met only three months ago and hit it off so well, they’ve been together nonstop ever since.

  Paco’s going to surprise her by going through Vegas after the rally and marrying her to make it all good and legal. I told him he should keep it easy to get the hell out of if it goes south.

  One never knows how a relationship is going to work out. If I would’ve married the first piece of ass I got, then I’d probably be dead right now instead of cruising down the highway on a cool August morning.

  Sandra Moore was my first love when I started college. We dated all through college. I kept her around mostly because she made the cut with my family.

  She was from an upscale family and a law student. So much money no one can count it all, just like our family. And snooty to her very core.

  I got lucky, and she found what she called a real lawyer. He took her off my hands and after the initial shock of being dumped, I found myself very relieved to be rid of her.

  Playing the field in the New York scene was okay. But when you have to maintain such high standards to keep from losing your trust fund, you can’t find many women who like the things I do.

  After three years of that crap, I found the love of motorcycles and it took me no time at all to find this gang who took me in quickly. Like a very dysfunctional family of sorts.

  There are some assholes, just like in any family. But there are some good people too. And they all accept each other for who they are. No judging is done by anyone.

  I don’t think it’s allowed!

  We’re getting close to the town we’ve been waiting for. You can tell that by the way the whole cluster of bikes begins to speed up. Hearts are beginning to pound in all of our chests as the excitement starts to key up.

  A cold beer and a hot woman sitting on my lap are close at hand and I find myself getting nearly giddy over that fact. Not much longer until I get to put my little vacation from boredom into play.

  Girls, you better watch out!

  My bike makes a little bump and then I feel something odd happen. It went down a little. Something doesn’t feel right.

  Shit!

  Looks like my plan of a cold beer and a hot girl will have to wait for me to stop off at one of the many garages they have in town.

  This would be how it fucking starts for me!

  This whole year has been a giant cluster-fuck. I singlehandedly lost a major client a few months ago when I dared to ask him how he could live with himself.

  He’s a rich son-of-a-bitch and bought the rights to manufacture the main drug used in treating AIDS. He jacked the price up so high most people with the disease couldn’t afford to buy it.

  He came to our firm to seek help in keeping the product at the price he set as he was being asked by the federal government to reduce the price to what it was when he purchased the licensing.

  Wanting our help in keeping his price, he came to us and gave a very healthy sum of money to the firm to help him. At the meeting we had with the asshole, I told him off.

  My grandfather was pissed, but my father and brother, though silent, agreed with me. So I managed not to get cut off without a cent and retained my place in the family firm.

  But it was a nightmarish few months with my grandfather giving me the cold shoulder.

  I know that doesn’t sound so bad, but my grandfather knows how to make the cold shoulder really hurt.

  For instance, he bought the entire legal staff their own individual, personal drivers for a whole year. Not me, though. He also brought in gourmet lunches on Fridays, but I was not invited.

  He would walk right past me, telling everyone hello who came before and after me. That kind of shit!

  He finally stopped a few weeks ago and things went back to normal. The man can keep that up for a very long time. It’s probably taking years off his life.

  That’s what I tell myself, anyway.

  Around the bend we come and my bike is getting lower and lower. I’m glad it waited until we were almost here to do this. The first large bar we see is where our leaders pull in and I pull up alongside Rod and his wife.

  We all cut off our bikes. “Hey, Rod, I’m going to catch up with you guys in a little while. I have to find a shop to see what the hell is going on with my ride.”

  He gives me the thumbs up and I turn the bike back on and take off to find what looks like a reputable motorcycle repair shop. I don’t want to get screwed here.

  Not too far away from the bar, I see a sign that says, Phil’s Motorcycle Garage. The sign under it says he specializes in Harleys. So I think this might be the best place to at least start at.

  Especially since the bike just keeps on getting lower.

  And there doesn’t seem to be a lot of people in the parking lot. Only one other bike is parked here. An older model Sportster. Looks like a chick bike.

  Maybe there’s some hot chick in here who can sit on my lap while I wait for the bike to be repaired!

  I turn the bike off and get off to walk it into the large bay with the metal garage door opened on it. It’s dimly lit in here and hard to see. But I don’t see anyone yet.

  Stopping to get my cellphone out of my pocket, I check the time.

  Shit! It’s noon. Lunch time.

  I’ll probably have to wait here for a damn hour before I can get any help. The hits just keep on coming. Nineteen hours of riding to get to some real fun and I have this little hitch in the scene.

  I hope this isn’t a sign of things to come with this trip. It’s supposed to be fun after all. Not headache after headache.

  A group of motorcycles blast past the garage and the entire bay vibrates with the loud noise they make. It makes my heart skip a beat. I love the growl of a pack of bikes.

  I just want to be out there, having a great time with my brothers from the gang, sipping some cold suds. Instead, I’m in a dank and dark garage seeking mechanical attention for a bike that shouldn’t need it yet, it’s so damn new.

  After the last few bikes in that group get past I listen hard and hear some tapping. Maybe a computer keyboard.

  But as I look around, I don’t see anyone. So I put the kickstand down and leave my bike in the bay and make my way up a set of steps.

  A smell wafts past my nose and I stop and breathe it in. Fresh flowers are what it smells like. That and clean linen.

  What a misplaced scent in a motorcycle repair shop. Oil and gasoline are predominating, but that little trickle of wonderful manages to seep in.

  I smile for no reason other than it smells good and seems out of place in this very rugged town. Even most of the chicks around here have remnants of road dust and the oil and gas mix that comes with a pack of bikes and their exhaust systems.

  The alcohol helps one not to care much about the smell of what’s on your lap. The feeling is what matters the most.

  More tapping and a bit of low muttering I can hear. It’s a woman.

  What kind of woman would be working in this grease pit?

  I prepare myself to see a Hun of a female. I’ll try hard not to react too unfavorably when I see the brute.

  “Hey!” I shout.

  But nothing comes back as my voice echoes off the metal walls of the garage.

  I wait a moment then shout again, but still nothing. I�
�m sure I hear someone typing, though. Then the sound of a phone ringing fills the air and a female voice mutters again, “Shit!”

  Maybe she can’t hear well either. Ugly and deaf, yikes!

  So I shout very loud in my best New Yorker voice, “Hey, a little help here, I ain’t got all day!”

  Chapter 2

  ANGEL

  With the mechanics gone for lunch, the garage will be somewhat quiet for the next hour so I can actually get some work done. Parts need to be ordered and I’ve yet to do that as I was quietly watching Cletus work on a two-year-old Honda all morning long.

  I’m in my last year of college. At the end of May next year, I’ll be the proud holder of a Master’s Degree in Engineering. To design motorcycles is what I long to do for my career.

  Hopefully, not too terribly long from now, I can do just that. But for now, I’m working part-time in my uncle’s motorcycle repair shop.

  It’s helping me get some hands on experience with the miraculous machines. Not that the mechanics let me actually touch any of the customer’s bikes, I do watch them, though.

  As long as I stay quiet and don’t ask any questions, they let me watch. I’ve learned a lot by working here the last few years.

  I grew up on the outskirts of Sturgis, South Dakota. Motorcycles kind of come with life here. I got my first one when I was fifteen. Uncle Phil gave it to me.

  He was married when he was younger. No kids, though. His wife died when she was only thirty-two. They had a real love, and he never saw fit to take another wife.

  So my sister and I became like his kids in a way. He managed to get me interested in bikes, but my younger sister is much too girly.

  The latest bike he gave me a few years ago is a Harley Sportster XL883L in black. It’s cool enough and runs great.

  My parents moved off to California last year, leaving me alone here as my sister married a marine and they now live in France. What they’re doing over there is top secret she told me when I asked what the hell they need our marines in France for.